Wei Zongyuan drew several steps backward. Golden god blood flowed out from the corners of his lips. He furrowed his eyebrows together, his eyes as cold as ice. Then, he raised his arms up into the skies. World rules wildly spun around and a python emerged from thin air, its mouth opening as it bit towards Qin Yu.

The fragmented piece of godhead continuously spun around, releasing a deep blue light. This light was absorbed by Qin Yu’s soul, allowing him to maintain the combustion of the Godfire.

During this process, Qin Yu felt as if his soul was an ingot of metal placed into a tempering furnace. All of the impurities were being burned away and the quality of what was left behind rose at a rapid rate.

When some gods trained their disciples in ancient times, they would sacrifice a part of their source godhead to help their disciples ignite their Godfire ahead of time. Although it wasn’t possible to directly turn someone into a god, this method allowed their disciple’s soul to experience a leap in quality, firming the foundation for them to ignite their Godfire lat...